|the "on the beach" location|
During this time everyone was scrambling on their boats. I do not like steering myself in close quarters and had visions of me…all by myself (if Brian couldn’t get back in the boat) navigating through the maze of boats out to open water. Brian did manage to get back on the boat and took over the wheel to get us out of trouble.
We picked out another spot back in the outer row and dropped the anchor again. After a disapproving look from the next boat we picked up and moved again…and again. We finally ended up about a quarter mile south of the beach where the boats were much farther apart. With another Morgan on one side and a tug on the other we were happy that this was a good place.
|these are all the boats anchored off|
Volleyball Beach to the north of us
|and these are all the boats anchored off|
Sand Dollar Beach to the south of us
Brian headed for bed about midnight and I stayed up dividing my time between reading and sitting in the cockpit to make sure all was well. I did sleep a little. With one eye open and the VHF radio on beside me. I think a lot of others did the same.
We heard from friends staying at Staniel Cay the next morning that a 65 foot Sportfisher had dragged and ended up on the rocks. There was nothing anyone could do to help in the dark in their dinghies. We also heard on the cruiser’s net that someone who had been anchored in the middle of the harbor had, had their dinghy come undone some time during the night. A hard bottom dinghy with a 15HP outboard was on the loose. Still today it has not been recovered.
Everyone has their own comfort level of how close they are willing to be to another boat. I have decided that I like my space. We had a power boat pull up right beside us this morning and start to drop their anchor. Brian gave them “the look” and they waved and moved on.
Lesson learned! If if feels too close. It is. Don’t be greedy.
It calmed down for a bit yesterday so we headed to the beach for volleyball and some socializing. We were invited to an evening on another boat so went back for a quick bite before heading over there. We then heard an announcement on the radio of a strong squall approaching and that was the end of our plans.
Last night was another windy bouncy one. At one point on my look around I saw what looked like a transport truck in the middle of the harbor with 2 spotlights pointed directly at us. It didn’t seem to be moving but I kept my eye on it. It was still there this morning and as the sun came up I saw that instead of a UFO it was actually just a container ship waiting for customs clearance.